Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a in his tie
I'm the light in the mall the power is gone
A shadow in a
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living you

You've got a holding
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

You feel it,
But you don't know what feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

You do it
But you don't know what you doin'

You feel it,
But you don't know what you're tonight!
And if thinking
And I know what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you make it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit like you don't wanna be here.
around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That juicy fruit, that
X on bloop de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I finna take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I you're right!